Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed mesuddenly against his heart: I would be consumedin that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning of terror, which we still are just able toendure...

My little brother and me in happier times. I really miss him. Miss a lot of people. What a horrible couple years we've all had.